[ For all the elves that Sam has now seen in such a short period of time, he is no less in awe of their wonder. He knows now how how to notice the differences between the elves wandering the woods near his home that inspired dreams and fancy, and those with cities and homes and stable lives to live. They are something different to him now, but beautiful and awesome they remain eternally.
Now simple Sam Gamgee from the Shire can't tell the difference between different classes of elves. They all look like lords and ladies of the highest degree to him, but the one who's come up to him now on his frantic search for Frodo reminds him of Lord Celeborn, most present in his mind aside from the Lady Galadriel whose impression would never leave him in all his years, he's sure. This one is definitely a lord or king or something, he must be. Sam swallows, averting his eyes in respect. ]
I am, Master Elf, sir. I've been taken from someone, and I've got to find him, you see.
was it elf by any chance? it could have been elf.
Now simple Sam Gamgee from the Shire can't tell the difference between different classes of elves. They all look like lords and ladies of the highest degree to him, but the one who's come up to him now on his frantic search for Frodo reminds him of Lord Celeborn, most present in his mind aside from the Lady Galadriel whose impression would never leave him in all his years, he's sure. This one is definitely a lord or king or something, he must be. Sam swallows, averting his eyes in respect. ]
I am, Master Elf, sir. I've been taken from someone, and I've got to find him, you see.